No body stole from me thoo. But, Please beg that your God. That big God. That your great God to surprise me too on or before Sunday.. i
would surely come back here to testify... Thanks! Shalom

Das1mama:
Op am very sorry for that and i can boldly assure you if the guy fails to resend it back to you b4 this week runs out, my God will surprise u b4 on Sunday. pls don't fail to come back and testify the power of God most high. he's capable to do all things. have a wonderful night rest. Shalom

This lunatic is not even the owner of the story...lol and it'd been better if you read what I wrote at the beginning

Honlucas:
its so funny how nigerias take someone work.
this is my story i wrote it nd posted it on coolval .

funny nigerians

My brother

McBishop2020:


Finish the story here nah.
Why sending us to another world?
Else, give way for Gunboysavage, the master we know.

NOTE: The Op acknowledged that this story is not originally his. So no one should bother telling us that it's copied from somewhere because we know and we are enjoying it, especially the suspense- one week, one episode

Thanks bro .... I've been trying... its the bot....nevertheless, y'all would hear from me again within 15 hours

McBishop2020:


Finish the story here nah.
Why sending us to another world?
Else, give way for Gunboysavage, the master we know.

NOTE: The Op acknowledged that this story is not originally his. So no one should bother telling us that it's copied from somewhere because we know and we are enjoying it, especially the suspense- one week, one episode

Mallam is Mallam even if mallam wear suit

if dem shaa pay you.. I can send my Aza too

ominilongest:



Work no dey
Suffering and smiling
Bet no pay
Sub no dey
Na so hunger full everywhere.
Nairalanders! pls help a fellow brother in times of despair
Any amount will be appreciated guys
Thank you in ad; good Samaritan, Eshey

Nine one two seven nine two three six five seven
Opay

Episode 22



**Chai, see me dey take drugs like AIDS patient**

Prince called off the bet. I was not in any position to complain. I would have done same too. After all, I couldn’t have been straffing in my condition. Besides, I wasn’t even in the mood.

Zainab and her family came back from Abuja. I resumed tutorials with Salim. She wanted to resume our normal thursday rendezvous, but I refused. I told her I was fasting.

** Omo na fasting tinz now o…**

Rejoice began ignoring my calls. I’ve been seeing her around with one spare parts dealer. That’s the thing with girls. When they don’t get what they want from you, they ‘migrate’. No time! It’s not like I was bothered either. I was determined to make a turn around in my life with regards to women affairs after all.

Malama Aisha called me. She told me she was sorry about what she did. I told her not to worry, I probably deserved it. I asked after Summaya and she told me she had traveled back. I later went to see her. We had normal discussions – no strings attached (at least for now).

It’s innate in human nature to spread gossips about people. So I didn’t tell anyone of my illness, not even MA or Zainab. Only Prince knew, and I kinda trusted him not to tell others.

After three weeks and numerous ‘antibiotic cleansing’, I was finally free (so the doctor said). I wasn’t convinced so I did confirmatory tests in two other laboratories, and they gave me the same result. Cleared!

Finally I was gonorrhea free! It was exhilarating. Lessons learnt? Yeah, definitely!

1. No ‘clean’ pu*ssy is really ‘clean’!

2. Never straff without a CD no matter the circumstance!

3. Refer to 1 and 2…

4. Visit the doctor immediately to avoid complicating your medical issues.

The crisis was finally over! My mamba was once again given a clean bill of health. It was itching for some action…

** Calm down son, we are still fasting. **

New batch of corp members came to camp. We call them ‘Otondo’s’. I stayed close to the camp, so Prince and I planned on utilizing our ‘opportunities’ during this camping period.

Normally, old corp members and others go to the gate to welcome these new corp members ‘cos the old corp members were not allowed to go into the camp when camping began.

There are different categories of corp members who do this. The first group are those who belong to various religious denominations – NCCF, NACC, MCAN e.t.c. They wait at the gate to welcome these new corp members to the state, while inviting them to their worship sessions that would take place in camp.

The second category of people are mostly guys. These ones come basically to scoop out the babes. Sometimes they attach themselves to the group above and sometimes they go solo. They pretend to be helpful with regards to information, but what they really want is the girl’s phone number, which would be useful later (to them).

The third category of people are mostly marketers. They could be guys or ladies. They sell wares ranging from waist bags, ID card holders e.t.c and they advertise services to be rendered in camp like video coverage/photography services, laundry services, food vendors e.t.c

Normally, those marketers get registered in camp and they are issued ID cards to enable easy assess into the camp. No one without an ID card was permitted entry into the camp, except during weekends or on special invitation. That one was even time restricted. The only guaranteed way was getting the ID card.

That was not an issue for Prince and I. We already had a friend who was into video coverage of camp activities, so he collected extra ID cards for us. Easy access in and out of camp! We didn’t need to stand at the gate like others, scooping out babes.

Naa, we were right in the middle of the ocean…

Every evening in camp, after the usual morning and afternoon parade, sporting activities took place, after which everyone went about their normal activities.

Prince and I usually went in the evenings to watch activities/scoop out babes.

One day, we sat at a drinking spot and two ladies sat at the table opposite us. As usual, all corp members were in white t-shirts and white knickers. Some ladies took theirs to another level by wearing white bumshorts instead of knickers – talk about leading one into temptation. We were not dressed in white and white so it was obvious we were not corpers, at least not ‘Otondos’.

I was talking to Prince but he was busy scooping out the babes. These ladies were so damn beautiful. I didn’t even realize he wasn’t paying attention to me till I heard one of the ladies speak.

Lady1: Wo bi eleyi shen wo eyan (See how this one is looking at person )

** Huh? Yoruba chicks? Cool…**

I realized they were talking about Prince and I began to smile…

Lady2: Kilode ti iyen fin feyin (What’s making that one shine his teeth )

**
**

Prince asked me if I understood what they were saying, and I said I did. We then began faking a conversation with each other while I was given the task of listening in on their conversation…

Lady2: Shey corper ni won ni? (Are they corp members?)

Lady1: Shey o ri kpe won wo white ni? (Did you see them in white?)

Lady2: Ah an, won le je old corper na (They could be old corp members)

Lady1: Emi o mo sha. Amo, eyi to kpupa yen fine gan… (I don’t know. But the fair one is very handsome)

Lady2: Oti kuru ju jor. Oori kpe ikeji yen ga gan, o de fine… (He is just too short. Can’t you see the second one is very tall, and he is handsome).

Me: Chisos! Prince, dem don finish us for here o…

Prince: Wetin dem dey talk?

Me: The other one say you fine well well, say she like you…

Prince: Serious?

Me: Na so na…

Of course I didn’t give him the other details…

Lady1: Shey o sure kpe gay ko in won ni. Mi o ti ri won kpelu obinrin la te kan… (Are you sure they are not gay. I’ve not seen them with any lady since)

Lady2: Emi o mo o (I don’t know)

This was getting too far. I just had to speak up…

Me: Eburu gan o. Eeko ri okurin meji, eema kpe won ni gay. Shey o da be ni? (You girls are harsh. ‘Cos you see two guys together, you are calling them gay. Is it cool like that?)

Lady2: Boda ema binu, amo kpe egbo ede wa ni. Shey yoruba ni yin ni? (Brother don’t be angry, we didn’t know you understood our language. Are you a yoruba person?)

I told them I wasn’t yoruba. They brought their chairs to our table and sat with us. Lady1 introduced herself as Shade while Lady2 introduced herself as Funmilola and we introduced ourselves.

That was how friendship with Shade and Lola started. Prince was with Shade, while I was with Lola……

Prince and I became regular ‘customers’ at the Mammy market. We were usually in the company of Shade and Lola. We were becoming very attached with them. Both of them were volley ball players and they represented their platoons during matches.

Both of them were quite beautiful in their own way, but while Shade was tall and dark in complexion, Lola was shorter and fair in complexion. Like charges repel. Unlike charges? Attract right? Yeah, basic Physics…

We usually stayed till about 9pm before ‘lights out’ by 10pm. During this period, fingering/smooching ‘codedly’ took place. Lola was willing to straff, but I was still in my ‘unstraffing’ mode. Besides, straffing in camp was not too cool for me. She talked about taking permission to go out of camp and then come to my place. She promised to stay before she traveled back to her state because she applied for relocation.

Prince and I just came into camp one evening. We were passing by the field, when I heard someone scream, ‘Dioxidane!!!’.

** Huh? Who knows him**

I didn’t recognize the voice immediately so I turned around and saw someone running towards me with bouncing boobs in her white t-shirt and white bumshorts and she jumped on me…

** Chisos!! **

To be continued

Episode 21


**No straffing, remember? Oh shiiiit!**

Rejoice sent me a message on whatsapp.

Rejoice: Hi…

Me: How you doing?

Rejoice: I’m fine… But…

Me: But what?

Rejoice: Sandra is not around…

Me: As usual…

Rejoice: And I’m cold ‘cos of the rain that fell… Should I come over?

** See me see devil o… Tell the person wey send you say I no dey**

Me: You know what you’ll do?

Rejoice: What?

Me: Just take a blanket and cover yourself with the blood of Jesus…

Rejoice: What’s that supposed to mean?

Me: I’m fasting abeg…

Rejoice: Ok no wahala… Goodnight.

Me: Goodnight.

That weekend, I went for service. The sermon being preached that day was about the negative effects (both spiritual and physical) of fornication and adultery.

You know that feeling you get when a sermon is going on and all the bad things being talked about are things you do and it appears the pastor is talking to you directly? Yeah, I felt exactly that way that sunday.

** Chisos, hot piss dey catch me!**

I felt the pastor had seen through my life and was giving me a warning directly.

**Lord, please forgive my sins!**

I was determined in my heart to live up to the deal Prince and I struck. No straffing for 30days. At least if I could do it for the first 30days, I could try another 30days, and another 30days, and yet another 30days till I get married.

**I wished!!**

Due to all the things I was hearing during service that day, I was feeling very guilty. I felt pressed. I needed to ease myself.

I got up and went to the toilet to urinate. I pulled down my fly and brought out my mamba to begin the process (as usual). This time around though, the urine refused to obey natural laws. It refused to come out.

** Ah an, which kind level come be this one na**

I tried forcing it out, like a pregnant woman stimulating childbirth. It began trickling out with so much pain.

** Chisos!!! HIV! Gonorrhea!! Syphilis!! Which one I don carry**

I was alone in the toilet. Tears were dropping down my eyes. I felt like screaming due to the pain I was experiencing, but I could not ‘cos I knew everyone would have heard me.

** God, what would I do**

I couldn’t complete the process. I had to send the rest of the urine back to where it came from. The pain was too much to bear.

I didn’t wait for service to be over before I left. A sister noticed I was leaving and she tried asking me what was wrong. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her what was really wrong with me. I told her I wasn’t feeling too fine and I wanted to go and rest at home.

**Na lie o…**

On my way home, I wondered what was wrong with me.

**God, I pray it’s not HIV o**

I got home and felt very thirsty. I couldn’t bring myself to drink water ‘cos I knew the consequences.

I couldn’t do or think about anything else. I needed an explanation or a solution. I just had to visit the hospital…..

On my way to the hospital, I kept praying ‘Oh Lord, let this just be a minor issue, I promise to serve you with all my heart.’

So many thoughts were running through my head. ‘What if I’ve been infected’ ‘Na die I go just die so ‘What kind of life am I even living’ ‘I need to stop this!’

I got to the hospital, and after the usual delay associated with government owned hospitals, I was finally ushered into the doctor’s office.

** Chisos!**

This was a fortunate and unfortunate situation. Fortunate because the doctor was a very pretty lady. Jeez, this woman fine die! If I didn’t see a ring on her finger, I would have married her. Unfortunate, because I had to discuss my ‘mambic’ issues with her.

**How I wan take do this one pass now**

After looking at a file for some seconds, she spoke up…

Doctor: So Mr Dioxidane, what exactly is wrong with you?

Me: Uhhm, I’m kinda having issues passing urine…

Doctor: Go on…

**Which one be go on again Hia!**

Me: If I try urinating, it’s so painful…

Doctor: It’s as if your pe*nis is burning you, right?

Me: Exactly…

Doctor: Did you notice any discharge from your pe*nis while urinating?

Me: Uhhmmm, I was not really thinking straight then, but it’s like something thick came out…

Doctor: What was the colour?

Me: It was just like urine, but thicker…

Doctor: Oh… Mr Dioxidane, how many sexual partners do you have?

Me: Huh?

Doctor: Looking at you I know you are sexually active… So how many? 5? 10?

** Dem dey write am for face**

Me: Uhmm, let’s just say I’m sexually active. I’m not sure the numbers are really important right now. Or are they?

Doctor: Naa, not really. Have you been having unprotected sex?

Me: No! I mean, just once… It was by mistake…

Doctor: Your girlfriend?

Me: No!

The numerous questions were beginning to piss me off…

Doctor: Mr Dioxidane, from what you told me, it appears you’ve contacted gonorrhea.

Me: Jesus!

Doctor: We would still have to carry out tests to confirm it though…

Me: Doctor, does it have a cure?

Doctor: Of course, there are antibiotics to treat it. But for now I would suggest you abstain from sex so that you would not transmit it…

Me: Ok, doctor…

She handed me a piece of paper…

Doctor: Go to the lab with this and then come back later with the results…

Me: Thank you very much doctor…

I left her office and went to the lab…

**Summaya!!!!!!**

For the next two weeks, I underwent treatment, bombarding myself with prescribed antibiotics.

Episode 20




The first thing she said when I sat down was, ‘Dioxidane, what’s the meaning of this rubbish?!?’

Me: Huh! What are you talking about?

MA: I’ve been waiting for you for more than 30minutes…

**Oh, na just that one **

Me: Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting…

I tried to caress her hand, but she flung my hand off. She began driving without even telling me where we were going to. I tried bringing up a conversation, but it was obvious she wasn’t interested in talking. After several minutes, she spoke up…

MA: Dioxidane, what’s going on between you and Summaya, tell me the truth…

**Oh shiiit, she knows Come, where this woman dey carry me go**

I noticed she was driving through the GRA road which led to the outskirts of town…

Me: What’s that supposed to mean?

MA: Dioxidane, I ask you again, what’s going on between you and Summaya?

Me: We are friends…

MA: You want me to make it plain? Ok, are you sleeping with Summaya?

**Attack mode activated!**

Me: Jeez!! That’s preposterous! What do you take me for! Can you imagine! Because I’m friends with your cousin, you feel I’m sleeping with her? You know what, stop this car! Stop it right now!

She was already on the outskirts of town now, on the road to Daura…

MA: Dioxidane, calm down… I only asked a question…

Me: Why would you be asking me such a ridiculous question?

MA: **Smiling** Hope she told you she would be traveling next week…

Me: Huh? She didn’t…

MA: Was she good?

Me: Good, as in?

MA: Stop playing games… I know, ok? I suspected it and when I asked her she confirmed it, we don’t hide anything from each other…

** Chisos! This babe don put me for one chance!**

Me: **Frowning in silence**

MA: Was she better than me?

**Time for reverse psychology!**

Me: Did you tell her of what happened between us?

MA: I didn’t…

Me: I thought you didn’t hide anything from each other…

I don’t know if it was what I said or what she remembered, but she suddenly parked the car beside the road and asked me to get out. I thought it was a joke…

Me: But we are in the middle of nowhere, and you want me to get out now?

MA: You asked me to stop the car earlier, obviously you wanted out. You can get out now…

Her facial expression did not betray any emotions so I could not decipher if she was serious or joking. I just had to beg her.

Me: Please you can leave me here like this na… It’s dangerous…

MA: You should have thought about that when you were fvucking my cousin…

Me: This is not fair o…

MA: Oh, so it’s fair for you to sleep with my cousin behind my back right?

**Which kyn tin come be dis one na **

Me: But I thought you didn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore…

MA: **Screaming** That gives you no right!

** See gobe!**

I saw she was bent on leaving me there, so there was no point begging her anymore. I got down from the car.

Some milliseconds later, she reversed the car and zoomed off. I looked around me and realized that I was almost in the middle of nowhere. The few vehicles plying the road were only the ones going to Daura.

I checked my pocket and realized that I was not with my wallet.

**Where my wallet dey ?**

It was already past 6pm. I was without money, very far from town and without any means of transportation.

**Na die I dey today!**

‘My phone! Jeez, where is my phone?, I thought, as I began searching for my phone in my pockets. I finally found it in the back pocket of my jean trouser.

Great! No network!

**Which kyn setup come be dis one now**

I decided to start walking back to town or till I got network – anyone that came first. But I sincerely hoped I got network first ‘cos I planned on calling a friend to come pick me up.

The time was already some minutes to 7pm. I had walked for about 15mins before I finally got network on my phone. I was obviously close to town now.

I called a friend (Jude). He didn’t pick. I called him severally. He still didn’t pick. ‘Where would he be by this time?’, I thought.

**Great! Fadama **

Perhaps the noise didn’t make him hear his phone ring. I decided to call Prince…

Prince: Hello…

Me: Baba, how far where you dey?

Prince: I wan take bike go Fadama…

Me: Thank God! Abeg go quick, collect Jude car come pick me for Daura road…

Prince: Ukandu! Wetin you go find for there?!

Me: Long story… I go yarn you when you come…

Prince: Chisos! Dem say that place dey dangerous o…

Me: Abeg do come quick na…

Prince: Ok, I done hear…

It was already dark now. I stood under what looked like a make shift bus stop. Few cars passed by on their way to town. I tried flagging them down, but none stopped. I looked around me and saw not even a soul. I was tensed ‘cos I didn’t even know where I was.

**How long will I keep on putting myself in dangerous situations because of women I have to stop this nonsense!!!**

After about 20minutes, Prince came with the car…

Prince: Come, wetin you find come here?

Me: Oboy, if I tell you, you no go believe…

Prince: Trust me, coming from you, I’ll believe anything…

I explained all that transpired that day in details to him… From straffing Summaya at Malama Aisha’s place to Malama Aisha almost busting us (sorry, busting us), to continued straffing at my house, back to Malama Aisha’s place, to Malama Aisha calling me out, to the questions, to the revelations, to her dropping me in the middle of nowhere, to… Ok, I guess that’s all…

Prince: Jesus Christ of Abia! So you get mind straff her cousin when you don already straff her?

Me: Mtcheew… Na that one we dey talk naw…

Prince: Wetin you go come do now?

Me: For where?

Prince: About MA and SM naw?

**Prince always uses codes for chics**

Me: Bros, no be that one dey my mind now… Make we reach Fadama first…

Prince: Guy, take am easy o… Na your country you come serve here no be woman o…

Me: Yes father!

Some minutes later, we got to Fadama…

The major thing about Fadama as a relaxation spot is the fact that it is a very popular bar. There are very few drinking bars in Katsina, so bars are usually very busy in the evenings. But in Fadama, you get to see all the ‘big-boys’ in town every evening.

I didn’t even know what they were celebrating but I noticed most persons were in a state of merriment. I was down. I was lost in thought.

‘What kind of life am I living’ ‘How long would I continue like this’ ‘Dem use pu*ssy swear give me’ ‘Is this what I came here for’

Prince began tapping my shoulder…

Prince: Come, you dey here abi na your ghost?

Me: Oga free me abeg…

Prince: Na beer abi na wine?

Me: Bros no money, make we down beer abeg…

Prince told the bar attendant what we were going to take…

Me: Bros, help me reason this matter na… Wetin I go do?

Prince: You need a break…

Me: Break as in?

Prince: You’ve watched 40days and 40nights, right?

Me: Ehen…

Prince: Yeah, something like that… But let’s make your own 30days and 30nights…

Me: I no understand…

Prince: No straffing for you for 30days and 30nights!

Me: You dey mad, shey…

Prince: I know wetin I dey talk… E be like say na your mamba dey control you, no be you dey control am… So if you fit do am, you go get control over your mamba and you go fit survive daring situations…

**This guy is making sense o…**

We began taking our drinks…

Me: Bros, this thing go hard o…

Prince: If you can stay without straffing for one month, I’ll give you my alawee for this month…

Me: Huh! Serious?

Prince: Yeah… But if you straff, you’d give me your alawee…

Me: You dey mad!

Prince: Wetin dey worry you? If you no straff for 30days, you go die? I dey help your life here…

Me: Ok, deal…

Prince: If you straff, even if na just 1 chook, you go give me your alawee o…

Me: I don hear na…

As we were still talking, Rejoice called me and told me she wanted to come and spend the night. I refused!

**Oh Lord, do not lead me into temptation**

**No straffing mode activated!**

So the previous day, I accepted Prince’s deal not to straff for 30days. ‘Extra alawee this month for me’, I thought, ‘after all I wasn’t expecting any money from tutorials this month.’

After work, I went to Malama Aisha’s place, but no one was around. I was told both of them traveled.

**Again? Well, good riddance to bad rubbish!**

Zainab was not in town, MA and SM traveled. Rejoice? I can handle her. I guess it was going to be easy for me not to straff after all.

It rained that evening. Everywhere was cold. My mamba was already back from vacation. It needed some action.

Episode 19





I quickly looked out the window and I saw Malama Aisha drive into the compound.

‘Why did the did she come back today?’ ‘Why didn’t she call to say she was on her way back?’ All these thoughts and others were running through my head. You know the kind of magic Merlin uses in arranging things? Yeah, that’s the kind of magic I conjured as I quickly put on my clothes and arranged the roughened place up.

The fan was running but I was sweating profusely. Summaya had since run into her room to dress up.

I could still perceive sex in the air but there was little or nothing I could do. I tried increasing the fan but I realized it was already working at it’s peak.

The door wasn’t locked so she just came in and saw me sitting on the couch watching TV…

Me: Welcome ma…

MA: Dioxidane, how are you?

Me: I’m fine… How about Fahad (her son), he didn’t come back with you?

MA: No, he’s still at his grandma’s place…

Me: Oh… Ok… It’s good to have you back…

She sat on the couch opposite me. She began sniffing like she perceived a bad odor…

MA: Something’s smelling in here… Can’t you perceive it?

Me: No o… I’ve had cattarh since yesterday, so I’ve been having difficulty breathing…

MA: Ah, hope you’ve taken drugs?

Me: Yes…

MA: Ina Summaya? (Where is Summaya)

‘Summa!’, she calls out. Summaya walks out of her room with sleepy eyes…

** Chai, this girl na actress o!**

Summaya: **In a sleepy voice** Barka dai zua (Welcome). Yaya anya (How was your journey)

MA: Lafiya kalau… Can’t you perceive anything smelling?

Summaya: **Sniffs the air** No o… Are you perceiving anything?

MA: Yes mana…

Summaya went back inside. I just sat there watching the whole scenario play out and praying Malama Aisha didn’t figure things out. My eyes wandered to my side and I saw Summaya’s bra beside me. It probably fell when she was rushing in with her clothes.

Shiiit! It was dark so it blended with the colour of the couch, perhaps that was why she didn’t notice it. I quickly and stylishly tucked it into the couch.

Summaya came back to the sitting room with an air freshener and sprayed it.

** Chai, this girl dull sha!**

If Malama Aisha had not suspected anything previously, she had definitely started to suspect because she began looking at Summaya suspiciously. She just got up and went to her room without saying anything.

I looked at Summaya questioningly and she mouthed words to me that she didn’t know what else to do.

Summaya later went to Malama Aisha’s room. After several minutes she came out and sat where MA previously sat operating her phone. I got a whatapp message from her.

Summaya: Bae, you are wonderful and sweet. I need you in me right now…

Me: With your cousin here right? Nice try. Why did you even spray the air freshener? She suspected something definitely happened…

Summaya: I didn’t know what else to do. Besides I talked with her and she didn’t talk about it… Besides, what if she knows? Am I a kid?

Me: So you want her to know?

Summaya: I don’t, but if she does, it’s no big deal…

**Chai, if only you knew!**

Me: Ok, I’ve heard…

Summaya: So what do you say?

Me: About?

Summaya: You’ve made me feel something I’ve not felt in a while, and I need more of you…

She began spreading her legs and raising her skirt to my full view. My mamba was beginning to be called to action.

Me: You be Oliver Twist?

Summaya: **Smile smiley** I need you please…

**This babe wan put me for wahala o…**

Me: You are serious…

Summaya: Of course I am…

Me: But your cousin…

Summaya: Let’s go to your place…

Me: Serious?

Summaya: Let me go and tell her we want to go and buy something…

Me: Ooook…

Ideas were beginning to form in my head. My mamba was getting prepped to rise to the occasion.

In few minutes, she came out dressed and said we should go. In about 10 minutes, we got to my house.

The intensity with which she kissed me immediately I opened the door sent shivers down my spine. We were still standing when she quickly began undoing the buttons of my shirt and flinging away my jean trouser after she took it off.

She hurriedly took off her clothes and pushed me to the bed.

I used to be the straffer, but now I was the strafee, ‘cos Summaya straffed me like her life depended on it. Though this time, I insisted on condomizing my mamba.

We tried different styles I had never even tried with all my other strafees. She was the one initiating them all.

**Dis babe dey act mojo for jand**

Three hours later, with two c*ums for me and several for her, I was f*uccking exhausted. She was still stroking my mamba, hoping to call it to action, but I knew it had gone on vacation.

**Ah an, you wan kill me ni**

Seeing her innocent face, one would never know she was a sex maniac, at least I never did. I wondered the kind of straffing she had in Jand.

After severally minutes of relaxing and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears, we went to have our bath.

Under normal conditions, my mamba usually gets activated when I take a shower with a chic. But this time, no network!

**Chai, na vacation things for mamba sha!**

We dressed up and went back to the house. Malama Aisha was not at home. Summaya brought me Fura and I drank it to replenish my strength. I was still fatigued. She just sat on the couch beside me resting her head on my shoulders while watching TV.

I was still pondering the events that occurred that day on that same couch we sat and how I was almost busted when my phone began ringing. I saw it was Malama Aisha. I didn’t want to receive the call with Summaya eavesdropping on the conversation so I gently shifted her head and got up and she began looking at me with questioning eyes.

I ignored her and went outside to receive the call with the knowledge that she might still want to eavesdrop on the call….

Me: Hello…

MA: Are you guys back?

Me: Yes…

MA: So you have finished buying the things you wanted to buy, ba? **She stressed BUYING**

Me: Huh?

MA: Meet me at the junction right now!

Me: Oook…

** Shiiiit, she knows!!**

My people say, ‘the best form of defense is attack!’ I went back in and sat on the couch pondering over the call I just received. ‘How was I going to defend my actions?’ ‘Wait o, did she really know what happened?’ ‘What would be her reaction?’ ‘Should I accept or deny it?’ ‘Should I just be upfront with her?’

I was still thinking about what to do when Summaya came and sat on my lap.

** Babe, no be this one dey do me now o**

She noticed I was not cheerful as I was earlier…

Summaya: Bae, what’s wrong?

Me: Where?

Summaya: You are looking like something happened… Hope all is well?

Me: Nothing happened… I’m fine…

**Should I come out clean with her For wetin na!**

Summaya: Who called you earlier?

Me: A friend…

Summaya: Which friend?

Me: Come, are you a police officer?

Summaya:

I gently placed her on the couch and got up…

Me: I have to meet up with someone now… I’ll call you later…

Summaya: **Silent**

Me: Seriously

**If you know the one wey dey do me, you no go dey form this one**

Summaya: **Murmuring** You just received a call and you just want to leave me here right?

Me: Dear, it’s not like that na…

Summaya: Why can’t you wait till Malama Aisha gets back?

** If only you knew that she’s the one I’m going to see…**

Me: I already told the person I’m coming now… Just try reading that novel till she gets back… I’ll call you later…

Summaya: Ok, no problem…

She got up and gave me a hug, holding on to me longer than I expected.

I was already on my way when Malama Aisha called me again. I told her I was already on my way.

I got to the junction and sighted her car. Immediately I sat at the front seat with her, I noticed she was angry.

The first thing she said when I sat down was, ‘Dioxidane, what’s the meaning of this rubbish?!?’

Me: Huh!



To be continued

Episode 18




As I got to the house, I noticed that the people I saw the previous day were no more there. That’s the thing with death. Most people console you just that day, sometimes for a week, while at most a month, but eventually they’ll leave and you would have to bear the lose yourself.

I knocked on the door and Summaya opened. She was looking different from the way I saw her the previous day. She looked quite cheerful. ‘Hey Dioxidane’, she said as she gave me a hug.

Me: How are you feeling now?

Summaya: I’m better… Thank you… Malama Aisha left for her inlaw’s place today…

Me: Yeah, she told me… Why didn’t you go with her?

Summaya: She asked me to stay back and take care of the house… But I wished I went with her. This place is so boring…

Me: Why would a place with you in it be boring? Just make it ‘unboring’…

Summaya: **Laughs**

Me: Come, did you prepare anything? I’m hungry…

Summaya: I’m home alone, so I just took noodles…. But don’t worry, I’ll fix up something for you… What would you like?

Me: Anything please, I’m starving…

Summaya: Would you like boiled yam and egg sauce?

Me: Wait o, do you even know how to cook?

Summaya: Seriously?

Me: **Laughs** I’ll be your judge today…

Summaya: Let me get you Fura before I prepare the food…

Me: Perfecto!

Summaya: **Smiles**

In all the time I spent in the north, I doubt if I enjoyed any of their delicacies as much as I enjoyed Fura and yogurt not Nunu (cow milk, I think). I enjoyed it most when it was very cold. It replenishes lost energy and makes you sleep then you become fat (so they say).

She brought the Fura and as usual, it was super cold. I was watching TV while she went back to the kitchen. She came back at intervals, conversing with me.

I asked her if she had friends in Katsina and she said she didn’t.

**No wonder**

She began telling me things about herself, her struggles, her relationships e.t.c. We talked (actually she talked and I listened) like we’ve known each other for long.

**Pretty girls are not perfect, they have challenges too**

She said she was surprised she was telling me all these things. I told her I had that effect on people – making them tell me things they didn’t want others to know (yeah, right!).

She later brought the food and we ate together. We gisted some more and we watched some movies. It was getting late. I had to go back to my house (or so I told her). She didn’t verbally object, but I saw from her facial expressions, that she didn’t want me to leave. It would leave her in a bored state again. It’s not like I could help it. I couldn’t pass the night there (or could I?). She gave me a hug as I was about leaving.

The thing about some northern girls that travel out of the country is that, firstly before they leave, they are usually reserved (most of them). After spending some time there, some become good girls ‘gone’ semi-bad; some become good girls ‘gone’ bad; some become good girls ‘gone’ wild; while some become good girls ‘gone’ drug addicts. I’ve seen all these categories of northern girls. I tried deciphering which category of girls Summaya fell into.

I got to my gate and was about getting the keys from my pocket when I remembered I had dropped it earlier at a Mai Shago’s (Provision seller?) place close to my house for Prince. I walked towards the shop as I called Prince…

Me: Baba, how far where you dey…

Prince: I dey my lodge…

Me: You drop my key?

Prince: I drop am for the Mai Shago shop…

Me: Ok, later…

Guys and their calls. Straight to the point. No long talks.

I collected the key and on my way back to the house, I called Zainab. She said she was back to the house as she was already discharged. She also told me they would all be traveling to Abuja the next day. She said her mum would call me, but she was just giving me a heads-up.

I got into the house and had a bath. I had already eaten, so I just lay on the bed, doing what I do every night – Chatting and Browsing…

I got a whatsapp message from Summaya. She told me she was bored. I told her to watch TV, she said she was already tired of doing that. I recommended a site were she could real novels and recommended one for her to read. As we continued chatting, she was taking more time in responding. She said she had already started reading the novel I recommended and was engrossed in it. I told her I was going to see her the next day, and she said it was cool…….

The next day was a thursday – CDS! I always looked forward to it ‘cos I got to meet chics and peeps. Zainab would be unable to make this week’s rendezvous, but at least I get to be in the company of Summaya. I hurriedly presided over the meeting and we closed earlier than usual. Sandra and Rejoice were not present. I called Rejoice and she told me it was that time of the month for her that’s why she couldn’t attend. She asked me to write their names in the attendance register. Great!

I asked after Sandra, and she said she traveled to Kaduna.

**Kai! Sandra don turn PLC for her runz girl business o**

I went home, freshened up and headed to Summaya’s (MA’s) place.

I knocked (as usual) and she opened. This time around, I was flustered. She was putting on a mini skirt and a tank top, her hair was not covered and she wasn’t putting on anything on her feet.

I don’t know how long I stood there staring at her till I heard, ‘Are you coming in or what?’ ‘Ohh, sorry’, I said as I gave her a hug. Jeez, she smelled so seraphic. My mamba was already beginning to get ideas.

**Calm down son!**

She asked me how my day went and I told her. I asked her what she was doing all day and she told me she had been reading the novel I recommended. She was almost through with it. I gave her the title of another for her to read. She told me she’ll read it when she was through with the one she was reading.

She told me she prepared rice and I asked her to bring it.

Ok, for the record, Northern girls are not ‘fabulous’ cooks unlike their eastern counterparts, I stand to be corrected though. So when she brought the rice she prepared, I wasn’t expecting it to be ‘super’ delicious. But at least it was better than the egg sauce and yam I ate the previous day.

We finished eating and we sat on the couch in the sitting room watching a movie on TV.

Naturally, when a normally ‘functioning’ guy watches a sex scene in a movie, his joystick responds in kind. I still don’t know the effect it has on ladies (maybe they get wet), but I knew the scene we were watching was definitely having an effect on her.

My mamba, which is usually ‘hyper’ functional was not left out in the appreciation of the scene. I noticed she was becoming withdrawn, with her ni*pples pushing out of her tank top.

I was sitting close to her so I drew her closer and threw my hands around her shoulders, bringing head close to my chest.

The movie continued past the sex scene and I noticed she began using her index fingers in drawing imaginary lines on my chest unconsciously.

I began to return the favor. The fingers on my hand across her shoulder began tracing lines on shoulder, gradually going down to her cleavage, then the side of her boobs, then the underside, and back again. I was beginning to see goose pimples on her skin.

The tension was high. My mamba was gradually gaining momentum. It was obvious we were no more concentrating on the movie we were watching. She was beginning to emit slightly audible moans.

She looked at me pleadingly and I kissed her tenderly. She smiled at me and before I could react, her mouth was on mine, kissing me harder and more insistent than our first kiss. Soon our tongues were dancing and I felt like ripping her clothes off, right there and then. I slid my hands up her side and cupped her boobs. She moaned into my mouth and pulled me close and tight, with my mamba pressing hard against her.

She raised up her hand and I was on cue to take off her tank top. She just now in just her lacy bra. I quickly reached behind her and unhooked it. I fell off to the floor and some nice pair of boobs were staring at me.

We continued kissing with me smooching her boobs and handling her ni*pples. She began moaning in my mouth.

She then reached and unhooked my belt and drew my jean trouser down. It was now on the floor. She just drew down my boxer shorts a little bit and my mamba sprung forth. She stroked my mamba and kissed it on the head. She began sucking it. Jeez, this babe was a pro. After several minutes, I got up and laid her on the couch and kissed her gently. I pulled down my boxer shorts and it formed a heap on the floor with the jean.

I kissed my way down her neck to her boobs then licked and sucked on each ni*pple. I moved my hand slowly down her abdomen just to the edge of her skirt. As I raised her skirt, I realized she wasn’t putting on any pants. I ran my fingers up her slit and I felt her wet pu*ssy lips.

‘Ohhhhh yesssss’, she moaned. ‘Please don’t make me wait’.

‘I want to taste you’, I murmured.

I knelt between her legs and I slid my hands up her legs, parting them more and savoring the lovely view of her pu*ssy. Much to my delight she was completely shaven.

Me: I love your bare pu*ssy. It looks sexy and hot…

Summaya: I’m glad you like it…

I put my mouth on those lovely pu*ssy lips, swirled my tongue around her clit, and then sucked gently for some minutes.

When I slipped two fingers inside her at the same time while still sucking her, she came with a scream. Her climax rolled through her like a longitudinal and transverse wave combined.

As she relaxed, I heard her say, ‘That was wonderful’, with a smile on her face.

She pulled me up, kissed me, and then licked her juice from around my mouth. I moved between her legs and kissed her deeply.

She was still sitting on the couch as spread her legs and reached down to guide my hard mamba into her eager and wet pu*ssy. She arched her hips and I slid inside. I was so carried away that I didn’t even think of protection. ‘Fvck it! She seems clean’, I thought.

Once I was fully in, I stopped my thrusting and she clenched her muscles around my mamba. It’s been awhile since I straffed without a CD. I just savored the incredible sensation. I just gazed into her eyes and I saw that she was someone all men would desire.

I started stroking slowly at first and after several minutes, I began to increase the tempo, pounding her like no man’s business.

I straffed her for several minutes and she began matching my thrusting with her own and I knew it wouldn’t be long before she came again.

Her breathing became quick and shallow and then she tensed for just that moment before climax. I drove in hard and deep, heard a long moan, and then her climax crashed over her.

A few strokes later, I was about cu*mming and I quickly withdrew my mamba and came on her stomach. The feeling was exhilarating. I just collapsed besides her and took her top and cleaned the c*um from her body. She then held me tight and locked legs with me. She began kissing me and stroking my mamba at the same time. My mamba was already responding to the stroking and preping itself for round 2 action.

Just then we heard the sound of a horn and a car driving into the compound…….

Episode 17



ZM: Zai, the doctor showed me the results of your test…

I was standing close to the bed now… I couldn’t help myself but ask, ‘Is she going to be fine?’

ZM: Yes… The doctor said apart from the bruises, she’s fine… But…

Me: **Heart hyper-beating** But what ma?

ZM: The doctor said she has been under losts of stress of late, that she needs to rest…

I wanted to ask, ‘so she’s not pregnant?’ But I heard myself say, ‘Oh… Then I guess if she just rests, she’ll be fine.’

Zainab was looking at me now. I was gradually getting relieved. If she was really pregnant, the doctor would have definitely known. And since he didn’t say anything about it, I wasn’t going to mention it too.

My verdict was, she wasn’t pregnant…

I left the hospital glad that my body would not be mutilated because I impregnated a girl (Sharia tinz).

Immediately I got home, as I was about opening the gate, I got a call from an unknown number…

Me: Hello…

Caller: Please am I speaking with Dioxidane?

Me: Who wants to know?

Caller: Dioxidane, it’s me Summaya, Malama Aisha’s cousin…

Me: Oh, how you doing?

Summaya: I’m ok… Please can you come to the house, it’s urgent. Something happened…

Me: What happened?

Summaya: Please just come…

Me: Ok, I’ll be on my way…

Summaya: Ok…

**What is it again Haven’t I gotten enough trouble today**

On my way there, I wondered what was so urgent that made Summaya ask me to come over. ‘Was she sick?’ ‘Was Malama Aisha sick?’

**Hope say no be for mumu thing dis girl call me o… **

My watch said it was some minutes to 7pm. It was already getting dark. As I got to the compound, I saw people gathered around the front of the house.

**Dem dey do party? **

As I got closer, I realized that they were really not rejoicing but in a sorrowful mood. ‘What’s happening?’, I wondered. Definitely someone to Malama Aisha must have died, if not Summaya wouldn’t have called me. ‘Jeez, hope it’s not her son!’

As I got in, I saw some women around MA. Summaya walked up to me and told me to follow her outside. It was there she told me Malama Aisha lost her husband.



Me: How? When?!?

Summaya: They said he went with his friend to treat his friend’s mother in the village when some Boko-Haram members ransacked the village, killing everyone in sight…

Me: OMG!!

Summaya: He was among the unfortunate ones…

Me: Jeezz!!! Did they find the body?

Summaya: He’s already been buried…

Me: OMG!! This is so terrible… I’m so sorry… bla bla bla…

I tried saying things to console her, but she began sobbing uncontrollably. I couldn’t just stand there looking at her, so I gave her a hug, half expecting her to push me off.

She didn’t, so we just stayed in that position, with me whispering soothing words into her ears.

After some minutes, she broke away from the hug and just sat on a bench. I sat beside her. I tried involving her in a conversation, just to lighten her up. We talked for a while before we went back inside. I spoke with Malama Aisha briefly, saying consoling words before I went back home.

Some hours after I got home, Summaya sent me a message thanking me for coming around. I replied telling her I would see her the next day.

Before I slept that night, I called Zainab. She said she was fine and she was going to be discharged the next day. I told her I was going to see her at home the next day and then… I slept.

I woke up the next morning with a barrage of calls. My mum called to check up on me… My younger brother called to tell me he was broke (as usual)… Malama Aisha called to tell me she was travelling to her Mother-In-law’s place… Prince called to ask if I was having any ‘visitor’ that day, ‘cos he wanted to come over with a ‘visitor’ **Clears throat**… Summaya called to ask me if I could come over…

I closed early from work that day. I called Zainab to ask if she’s been discharged. She said she was still at the hospital so I went there to meet her. I met her mum there. I asked after Salim and she said he wasn’t back from school. She also said tutorials for Salim wouldn’t hold that day ‘cos he would be helping in taking care of Zainab.

** Good for me…**

Zainab’s mum told me she was going to get something from the car. That left Zainab and I. I finally had the opportunity to speak with her alone…

Me: Baby, how you feeling now…

Zee: I’m just there…

Me: I’m so sorry… This is all my fault…

Zee: Don’t say so… I was scared of being pregnant… I needed the confirmation too…

Me: So now that we couldn’t do the test?

Zee: **Smiles** It’s no more necessary… My flow started last night…

Me: **Thank God!** That’s good…

Zee: You are happy now, right?

Me: It’s not that… I’m just…

I was still speaking when Zainab’s mum came back into the ward, so I readjusted myself.

I spent about an hour with them before I decided to leave. Zainab’s mum thanked me profusely for coming (If only she knew).

I left the hospital and went to Malama Aisha’s house to meet Summaya……..

Episode 16




We went outside to get a bike to go to the lab. To avoid suspicious stares, she asked me to take the first bike that came while she was going to take the next one that came. I asked her to go first with me coming behind, but she refused.

I took the bike and about 10minutes later, I got to the lab. Then my waiting began. I waited for about 15minutes, factoring in the time taken to get a bike and the time taken to get to the lab. She was still not at the lab yet.

I gave her 10 more minutes, ‘Perhaps she didn’t get bike on time’, I thought. She still wasn’t there. ‘What’s happening?’, I asked myself. I then decided to call her.

I called her about 5 times. The phone rang all through, she didn’t pick.

**Can you imagine!**

So many thoughts began running through my head. ‘Wait o, was she really pregnant?’ ‘Did she decide to avoid the test since she knew she wasn’t pregnant?’ ‘Why didn’t she take the first bike when I asked her to?’ ‘What kinda stunt is this?’ ‘What was she hoping to achieve?’

I was still thinking about how the whole scenario was going to play out when I called her again. Still no response. Then I decided to go to Prince’s lodge.

Prince: Papa Junior, how far na…

Me: You dey mad o..

Prince: **Laughs** Na me give woman belle?

Me: Stop jor…

Prince: Ehen how far na, positive or negative?

Me: The babe no show the lab na…

Prince: As how na

Me: I say she no show, you dey ask me as how?

Prince: I don’t understand… I thought both of you were to go to the lab together…

I explained everything to him…

Prince: Mehn, that babe don jonz you o… It’s just obvious she wasn’t pregnant that’s why she avoided the test…

Me: But why would she try such rubbish on me na…

Prince: Oboy, na you know agreement wey una two sign o…

To say I was angry was an understatement. I was relieved/infuriated. Relieved that she wasn’t pregnant and infuriated that she could try such pranks on me. I was fUuucking scared! ‘What was she hoping to achieve by telling me she was pregnant’

I decided I was going to give her space, before she tried another expensive stunt on me.

I went home to prepare for tutorials with her brother. I tried taking a nap, but I couldn’t. My mind was just concentrated on the kind of tongue-lashing I was going to give her when I saw her.

When I got to their gate, I knocked several times before the gate man finally opened…

Abdullai: Se oga! (‘Hailings’)

Me: Abu, yaya ne… (What’s up)

Abdullai: Alhamdullai oga… (Thank God)

Me: Ina Salim? (Where is Salim)

Abdullai: Walahi oga, ba kowa a gidan… (They are not at home)

Me: Ahi na za su je? (Where did they go to?)

Abdullai: Sun je asibiti… Zainabu ta kai yi accidenti (They went to the hospital… Zainab had an accident…)

Me: Weni yo she (When?)

Abdullai: Yau (Today)

Me: Weni hospital? (Which hospital?)

Abdullai: Epemsi… (F.M.C Federal Medical Centre)

Me: Tor, bari mu je… (Ok, let me go there)…



Now, here was the real issue. She obviously had an accident that was why she couldn’t make it to the lab. Damn, why didn’t I think of this. And here I was blaming her! This was my fault. I hoped she was fine. But they would definitely run tests on her and …

** Oh shiiit, her mum would find out… Then I’m screwed!!!*

I left their house still contemplating whether to go to the hospital or not? ‘If I didn’t go, what would that say about the kind of person I am?’ Wicked and uncaring! ‘If I did go, how was I going to face her mother?’ Scary!

I decided to face her mother anyways. ‘They could not kill me; they are too civilized for that…’ I thought.

When I got to the hospital, I called her brother and he told me they were outside the emergency ward. I got there and noticed the way Zainab’s mum looked at me as I approached them.

** Oh shiiit, she knows already!! It’s done!**

I braced myself and walked up to them…

Me: Good evening ma…

ZM: Dioxidane how are you?

Me: I’m fine ma… I got to the house and Abu told me Zainab had an accident… How is she?

ZM: **Tears gathering in her eyes**She is still unconscious…

Me: How come? How did this happen?

Salim: They said she was on a bike and as the bikeman was about negotiating a bend, a car came and hit them…

Me: Jeez!!! Are there injuries on her?

Salim: Just some bruises…

After several minutes, a doctor came and signaled Zainab’s mum to come with him. Salim was obviously angry/sad…

Salim: I don’t even know what she was doing on a bike. The driver was supposed to take her to school and back…

Me: Erhm, maybe she went to see a friend…

Salim: The driver should have taken her…

Me: Maybe the driver was not around…

Salim: She should have called him… She’s always proving that she knows everything…

Me: Erhm…

As we were still talking, Zainab’s mum came out and signaled us to come with a slight smile on her face.

ZM: She’s awake now…

We went in to see her and as soon as our eyes met, I mouthed the words ‘I’m sorry’ to her. She just gave a slight smile. Salim began asking her questions about where she went to and how it happened. I just stood there watching them. She was alive and fine, but the ‘issue’ was still not resolved. It was a time bomb waiting to explode.

I waited for about 20 gruesome minutes before Zainab’s mum came back from the doctor’s office. It felt like 20 hours. I was no more paying attention to what Zainab was saying anymore. I was concerned about how Zainab’s mum was going to come screaming at Zainab, ‘Who is responsible for your pregnancy?’

** I don die be that!**

The thought alone was scary. In all my years of straffing, I had never thought about such consequence, ‘cos I felt I was always protected. Now this?

I thought about going to confront her and explain what happened. But how was I going to do that?

Me: Ehrm, sorry ma, I’m responsible for your daughter’s pregnancy…

ZM: **Brings out a dagger and stab my heart**

Ok, bad idea! I decided against it…

I was still having those thoughts when I saw Zainab’s mum coming into the ward. She looked so dreary…

**This is it!**

I braced myself for any possible negative reaction. She just sat on the bed, placing her right hand on Zainab’s head…

Episode 15




I was still sleeping when I heard my phone ringing. I checked and saw it was MA. I looked around and saw I was alone in the room…

Ah an, which time dis woman comot for here **

Me: Hello…

MA: Dioxidane, good morning…

Me: Good morning…

MA: Did I wake you?

Me: Yeah, you did… Hope your night was fine…

MA: **Smiles** It was fine…

Me: I didn’t see you when I woke up…

MA: I got up early to prepare… We would soon be leaving for the airport…

Me: Oh, yeah that’s true…

MA: Dioxidane, thanks for yesterday…

Me: Oh, It was nothing…

MA: And hope you understand that no one can find out about what happened…

Me: Nothing happened…

MA: Good… I’ll be waiting for you at the car park…

Me: Ok, I’ll be there soon…

We got to the airport and waited for more than two hours before her cousin finally came out.

Damn! MA was a learner where her cousin was, in terms of beauty. She had a tall slim frame and was light in complexion. Her skin glittered like gold.

I just stood there staring in awe at her beauty while both of them were hugging and exchanging pleasantries. MA suddenly drew her cousin towards me and I heard her say, ‘I want you to meet someone’.

MA: Dioxidane, meet Summaya… Summaya, Dioxidane…

Me:**Stretching my hands towards her** It’s a pleasure to finally meet you… I’ve heard so much about you…

Summaya: **Smiles** Same here mister… Hope the things you heard about me were not horrible…

Me: Naa, trust me, they were lovely…

We all laughed and walked to the car park. I was still feeling the smoothness and softness of her palms on my hands. Her palms felt like that of a baby……

Summaya sat behind me in the car while MA sat beside her. They were so engrossed in their in discussion. It was obvious that the two were very close. I adjusted the rear view mirror to catch glimpses of Summaya.

I tried engaging her in a conversation, but from her replies, it was obvious she was either too tired to talk or simply not interested. I got bored and just concentrated on driving till we got to Katsina.



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Over the next few days, I was so busy with activities that I rarely had time for myself. Prince and I were working on a CD project so we were together most times.

It’s was one of those times I received a call from Zainab. She said she needed to see me. I told her I would see her later in the evening before lessons with her brother, but she said she needed to see me immediately. She told me she was at Crispy (a fast food joint). I left Prince and went to meet her there.

Of course I couldn’t be seen hugging or touching her in public so I just sat at the table where she sat. I could tell from her facial expression that she wasn’t happy.

**Wetin I do**

I was wondering what I’ve done or said to make her feel that way. Everything had been smooth so far and I didn’t see any reason for her being downcast.

I asked her what was wrong, but she didn’t reply.

Me: Talk to me naw… I was busy and you asked to see me, now I’m here… What’s wrong?

Zee: **Tears slowly dropping down her eyes** Dioxidane, I’m pregnant……

Me: Huh Pregnant How naa

Zee: I don’t know o… I was supposed to see my period 2 days ago, but I’ve not seen it till now…

** Chisos!!! I don enter am…**

I looked around to observe if anyone was paying attention to us, but everyone was engrossed in their own discussions.

Me: But we usually use protection naw, how is this possible?

Zee: **With tears filled eyes** I should be asking you… Ah, my father will kill me…

She was sobbing now…

Me: Calm down, don’t draw attention to yourself…

Zee: **In between sobs** What would I do now?

** Jeez!! I don enter am!**

I thought I was smart. I thought I was careful. I never straffed without a CD for crying out loudd!! How the hell did this happen? How the hell am I going to face her family?

**Dem go just kill me!!!**

Or should I run away? Haba, that would be childish and wicked! Ok, what do I do na

Numerous thoughts ran through my head. In all my years of straffing, no girl, not even one, had told me she was pregnant. Why now? I just had few months to complete my service and leave the north.

**Who send me message Father, please, I know you still love me, please let this cup pass away!**

I was lost in thought that I didn’t know she was talking to me till she tapped me on my hands…

Me: Huh You were saying

Zee: Dioxidane, what do I do? I’m scared!

I was no more thinking straight anymore. ‘Wait lemme make a call’, I said to her.

I called Micheal, he didn’t pick. I called Prince….

Prince: You dey mad o, you just leave for here, shey? Woman no go kill you o…

Me: Bros, gbege dey o…

Prince: Wetin happen?

Me: Na Zee o…

Prince: Wetin do am?

Me: She say she get belle…

Prince: Ukandu!!!

Me: Bros, na die I dey so o…

Prince: Oga, calm down… When she suppose see her period?

Me: She say 2days ago…

Prince: You straff am anytime without CD?

Me: No na…

Prince: You sure?

Me: How I go straff without CD before

Prince: She don do test?

Me: I no sure…

Prince: Na to do test confirm am first na…

Me: If she really get belle nko…

Prince: Oga relax, no problem wey no get solution… Take am go Mohammed lab now, make him run test for am… Anyhow e be, make I know, we go come know the next step to take…

Me: Prince, dem go kill me for this Katsina o…

Prince: Oga, na wa for you o… So you dey fear like this?

Me: You dey mad? Na my life we dey talk about so o…

Prince: Ok, just relax… Take am go do the test then call me…

Me: Ok boss, tanks… I go call you later…

I’ve never felt so scared in my life. I thought I was invincible. Now I’m definitely doomed!

I went back in and told her we had to go for a test. She told me it wasn’t possible because she didn’t want anyone she knew to see her. I told her not to worry that Mohammed was a friend. After much persuasion, she finally agreed and we went to the lab…….

Na Bot... but no worry.. would figure out something

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Oga, na wetin naa

Werey

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These three apps has been saving niggaz don’t ask me how cuz I don’t know how to explain

Oya! Let the comments start rolling!!!
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We triumphed over the Bot after 3 or 4 day's....

Olorun! I suppose drop my account number for here

Episode 14.......



I was lying on the bed when I felt Malama Aisha straddle my back. She began massaging me. ‘Ahhhhh, Aiiiisssshaaa, that feeeeels soooo swwweeeet’, I saying between moans. ‘You liiiike it?’, she asked. ‘Ahhhhhhhh, ah loooovvve it, you are so sweet’, I responded.

She continued by massaging my a$s and my balls. She asked me to lay down on my back, and I did, now facing her. She was still straddling me. I noticed she was still in clothes and I was surprised. ‘Why are you still in your clothes? Take them off!!’, I commanded.

She got up slowly and was trying to take off her clothes. She was putting on an ankara skirt and blouse and veil covering her head and shoulders. She took off the veil and was about taking off her scarf when my phone began ringing.

It rang the first time. I ignored the phone but continued watching her trying to take off the scarf. She just stopped with her hands on her scarf like a movie that was paused. I was expecting her to continue taking off the scarf but she didn’t.

My phone started ringing a second time and I still ignored it. I sat up on the bed watching her. She still had not changed her position. My phone stopped ringing.

I was starting to wonder what had happened to her. Was she electrocuted Was she having a seizure But if she’s having a seizure, she should be jerking……

I was still having those thoughts when my phone began to ring a third time. Suddenly she turned towards me with bloodshot eyes, and like a movie that was suddenly ‘played’, she screamed, ‘Pick up your fuuuuckkking phone!!!’

** :oHuh WTF!!!**

I jumped up from my bed and realized that I had been dreaming. Shiiit, my phone was really ringing. I checked the caller and realized it was Malama Aisha……

Me: Hello…

MA: Ah an, Dioxidane ina kake (Where are you?)

I looked at my wristwatch and saw that it was already 3:30pm, ‘Shiiiiit!!!’.

Me: Dan Allah ya kuri, ina zua yanzu yanzu (Please I’m sorry, I coming right now)…

She: Tor, dan allah ka sawuri… (Please be fast)…

Me: Tor…

I quickly got up and was about putting on some clothes when I realized I was sweating. I went to the bathroom and had a shower before I left for her place.

On my way there, I realized that the weather was beginning to get cloudy. ‘Damn, I hope this rain doesn’t plan on falling today o’, I thought.

I got there and she was already waiting for me outside. She gave me the keys to the car and we began our journey to Kano….

On our way to Kano, I noticed she wasn’t talking to me. I was wondering if it was because I was late. Or maybe something happened at home? I tried asking her if all was well and she told me she was fine.

I tried involving her in a conversation and she told me to concentrate on driving.

**Na wa o, I no fit talk and drive again**

I had a feeling something was wrong, but I couldn’t just place it.

We got to the airport at about some minutes past 6pm. It was still raining heavily there and everywhere was cold. We made inquiries concerning the flight and we were informed that the flight was for 6am the next day.

** WTF!!!**

She called her cousin, and she confirmed it. This was becoming a dilemma. We couldn’t possibly go back to Katsina that night and come back the next morning.

She decided that we lodge in a hotel close by. We got to the reception and she paid for two rooms. We went to the restaurant to have dinner and I noticed she was still not her normal cheerful self.

**Wetin dey do this woman sef **

I again tried asking her what was wrong again, but she said she was fine. After dinner, I told her I was going to my room and that if she needed anything she should call me……

It was already past 10pm. I was chatting with some friends and browsing when I got a whatsapp message from Malama Aisha…

MA: Dioxidane…

Me: Ma…

MA: What are you doing?

Me: I’m browsing and chatting…

MA: Chatting with your girlfriends?

Me: Lolzz… Just friends ma…

MA: You mean to tell me you don’t have a girlfriend?

Me: I have… Hope you are feeling better now…

MA: I’m fine, it’s just that…

Me: That what?

MA: Nothing…

Me: I’m not privileged to know, right?

MA: It’s not that…

Me: Then what?

MA: I’m not sure I can say it. In fact I’m not supposed to even be thinking about it.

Me: Thinking about what?

**No Response**

Me: You there?

MA: Ok, let me just say it.

MA: I think I have feelings for you…

Me: Ukandu!

MA: What’s that?

Me: It’s just an expression of surprise…

MA: I know it’s surprising, but most times, I always think about you passionately…

Me: What about your husband?

MA: You know he’s not usually around and I’m a woman…

Me: I really don’t know what to say…

MA: Dioxidane I’m cold…

Me: So sorry… Use the blanket na…

MA: Dioxidane, please can you do me a favor?

Me: What is it ma?

MA: Dioxidane stop calling me ma, you are making me feel very old…

Me: Oh, sorry ma…

Me: I meant sorry… So what’s the favor you wanted?

MA: Can you come to my room?

** Chisos!!**

Me: It’s late already, and I’m feeling sleepy…

MA: Dioxidane, please…

I stopped replying her. So many thoughts were running through my head. I knew if I go to her room, I would definitely straff her. No negotiation. Do I go ahead and straff her? Do I chill in my room? This is critical situation. I began hearing the voices of my partners in ‘crime’…

Micheal: Dude, trust me, this is going to be super cool. Old wine tastes better, you know…

Prince: Nna mehn, you dey dull o. Make I come help you run the matta? If na me, if I no straff am, make I suspend for air…

Usman: Walahi, Dioxidane, dis kind women dey sabi straff o…

I was still hearing those voices when I heard a knock on the door…….

**

There was a knock on the door a second time. Suddenly, I heard my mother’s voice in my head…

Mum: Dioxidane my son, please don’t do this… I know you’ve never known any woman… I know you are still a virgin… Please don’t start your life like this… Remember all I told you before you went for service…

In my mind, ‘mumsy, iffa hear… E be like say you no know me again o… Me wey don spoil tay tay…’

Suddenly my phone began to ring and the knocking continued. I checked the caller and realized it was MA. I didn’t bother picking the call, I just went straight to the door, opened it. She walked in and I shut the door…

Jeez!! I was stunned!! You know what they say that if you want to see the real beauty of a woman, you take her swimming? Well, I feel the basic principle there is the fact that all ‘make-ups’ or ‘make-downs’ get washed off and you get to see the real person without artificial enhancements.

Obviously MA just had her bath ‘cos she was looking and smelling so clean and fresh. Right then and then my previous lust for her resurfaced. I just felt like licking her whole body. Her lips were looking so soft, supple and irresistible…

** Chai, Father, this temptation is too much for me to bear o… It’s like I would fall just once more o… **

Unknown to me, I had been starring at her for some seconds. She had been talking to talking to me and I had not responded.

MA: **Snaps a finger in front of my face** Dioxidane, are ok?

Me: Huh?? Oh, I’m so sorry, it’s just that you look absolutely lovely ma…

She had a slight smile on her face…

MA: Thank you Dioxidane. But why do you like calling me ma. Call me Aisha… Besides, I’ve been knocking, you didn’t open…

Me: I’m sorry, maybe I didn’t hear the knock…

She said she was bored in her room and cold that she just needed us to talk.

**So na only talk sef **

She sat down on one side of the bed, crossing one leg over the other, causing her dress to ride higher on her thighs and giving me a nice view of her wonderful legs while I sat beside her.

I was so taken in by her smashing beauty. We just sat there talking about everything and nothing.

I still don’t know what she said, or what I said, but I know that she suddenly tilted her face up to look me in the eyes and smiled.

Without thinking about what I was doing, I brought my lips down to hers and kissed her passionately. The intensity in which she kissed me back took my breath away.

Both of her hands held my head, as mine drifted lower until they were filled with the smooth feel of her waistline.

Our kiss seemed to go on forever before she gently broke away and sat up. Her eyes held mine and I could see an almost pleading look in them.

Without saying a word, she got up, standing at the foot of the bed and then turned towards me. She gazed steadily at me as her hands untied the straps of her dress, then with one hand she lowered the zip on the side that went from the armhole to her hip.

The dress slowly slid down her body and lay in a heap at her feet. My jaw dropped open. With the dress on the floor, she was standing in front of me wearing a black strapless bra that unhooked in the front.

Her dark rock-hard ni*pples were clearly visible through the gauze-like material of the bra. Her panties were of the same material with her bra, revealing her slender hips and a neatly V-shaped trimmed bush at her punana.

I was still sitting on the bed, so amazed at her pristine shape. I was so crazily turned on that I was fumbling with the buttons of my shirt, trying to undo them.

She suddenly pushed me inward and I lay on my back on the bed. I was still fumbling with my buttons when she slapped off my fumbling fingers away and carefully finished undoing the buttons.

I tried raising myself up, my arms on her hips, and she pushed the shirt off me. She got off me a little bit and pulled off my trouser…..

** Chisos!!**

My mamba was already on full swing mode. It was so hard and smoking hot and it was trying to burst through my boxer short. She was straddling me and she began kissing me. She was trying to take control of the situation. I was not used to that. I was usually in control of the straffing, except of course in bizarre situations.

We were still kissing when I gently pushed her and laid her on her back, with me wedged between her knees. I was back in control.

Her hands ran through my hair as I kissed my way down her neck until I was kissing the top of her boobs while my hand found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it.

Leaning back slightly, I watched as the two halves separated and her boobs spilled free with just a slight sag to them. Her ni*pples protruded out and she let out a whimper when my lips made contact with them.

Jeez, her ni*pples were so freaking hard. My thumbs danced lightly over her ni*pples before lifting her left leg up enough for me to run kisses from her ankle to her knee. I repeated this with the right leg but continued kissing up the insides of both her thighs until I reached the junction of her punana.

When she felt me reach for the waistband of her panties she raised her hips and legs enough for me to pull them off. With my head between her thighs, I grabbed each of her ankles and placed her feet to my shoulders.

Her knees parted wide, giving me a full view of her neatly trimmed pussy. Her outer lips were lightly covered with hair and her inner labia was prominent, her clit larger than most.

**#Notcleanshavennosucking**

Slowly I began to run the tip of my finger along the crease between her thighs and pu*ssy, working my way down to the crack of her ass, then back up over her mound.

I gradually worked my fingers over her hair covered outer lips, until I finally slid it between the folds and into her slit.

I stretched my left hand over her boobs and slightly pinching her ni*pples. Two of my fingers were now bleeping her furiously while my other hand was still smooching her boobs. Multitasking at it’s peak.

I finger bleeped her for all I was worth.

‘Waiyoooo, waiyoooo, warshhhhh’, she wailed, as her body began to spasm and she clamped her legs against my hand……..

My mamba felt like steel. I raised myself enough that I could look at her in the face.

‘Are you sure you want to do this?’, I asked, to avoid stories that touch.

‘Dioxidane, please make me whole again’, she murmured.

‘Be careful what you wish for’, I whispered.

I quickly went to my jean and brought out the condomizing agent from my wallet and condomized my mamba.

I went back and knelt between her legs. Our eyes locked as she reached out and guided my mamba to her punana, her feet on my as$ pushing me gently forward.

** Chisos!!!**

My mamba was suddenly engulfed in a heat like never before as it buried itself into her tight channel.

I could not move as her legs held me pressed into her with surprising strength while my balls rested firmly on her upturned a$s.

Her mouth was open but no sounds came out as we watched each other. She loosened her leg’s grip and I was able to move again.

I pulled almost all the way out before slowly sliding all the way back in, repeating this for several minutes.

‘Waaaiiyooo, waiyoooo, waiyoooo…’, were just wails I was hearing and that made me increase my tempo. I smashed my mamba faster and faster as she thrust up to meet me heading toward the ultimate bliss. After several minutes of smashing, pounding and grinding, she reached hers first.

‘Waaaiiyooo.. Waaaiiyooo… Don’t stop… Don’t stop… Don’t stop…’, she repeated over and over.

I was still smashing her as I watched her head roll from side to side; her wide opened eyes had a wild look in them as her mouth sucked in great gulps of air.

The pressure from her feet on my a$s increased and forced me to smash into her harder and harder.

‘Waiiyooooo… Waiiyoooo…. Waiiyoooo… Waiiyoooo… Warrrshhhhh,’ she screamed.

Her legs tightened around me, pushing my mamba in as far as it would go and her punana clamped around it like a plier.

I could no more hold myself. Jet after jet of my juice erupted forcefully from the head of my mamba into the CD.

I was fuuu*cking spent! My arms could no longer support me and I collapsed on her gently.

We stayed in this position for some time, her legs loosely wrapped around me with my slowly deflating mamba still buried in her.

After some minutes, I grudgingly went to the bathroom to clean myself up and dispose of the used CD.

I sat on the bed next to her still reclining body and stared down at her. Her feet were on the floor and half of her ass was off the edge of the bed, but somehow she looked completely relaxed.

I looked deep into her eyes, expecting to see signs of regret, but only saw happiness in them as she stared back at me. Stretching out on my side facing her, my legs dangling off the bed, I lightly drew small circles on her skin starting at her navel, and working steadily up to her chest, careful to avoid touching her over sensitive ni*pples…

‘You are a badt boy, so this is what those girls have been enjoying’, she muttered shaking her head.

She turned on her side to face me and began running her fingers lightly through my hair.

‘I told you to be careful what you wished for’, I said.

She drew me closer and began kissing me again. Before long, mamba was activated once again…

**#RoundTwoStraff**



To be continued

You're welcome bro [quote author=JamieRocks post=112245822]Baba, thanks for not relenting on giving us joy despite the ban[Qquote author=gunboygramm post=112230253]Episode 13